National Tide 1980

"I don't usually drink much, but I really like drinking lemonade. Do you know why? Because I feel that the taste of lemon can cleanse my body."

"Miss Keiko, you are already very beautiful."

"Really? Thank you so much."

"I'm just telling the truth. Hey, you seem to have a good drinking capacity. Are you almost finished your second drink?"

"Well, for beer, no problem. Three dozen. For whiskey, two bottles..."

"Ah? It's true! Then after finishing this drink, do you still want to order more?"

"No, no, not yet... To be honest, I seem to be a little drunk and have a headache from the cold beer. Oops, I wouldn't have bragged if I had known better. I really don't like this. It seems that I am suddenly old. She’s become an old woman.”

"Old lady? You really know how to joke. How much older can you be than me?"

"I'm just older than you. Hey, you...don't you? Want to know my age?"

Maybe it’s because I haven’t drank for a long time, maybe it’s because my skin is too white.

After two large glasses of beer, Matsumoto Keiko's cheeks were already turning red, and she had a playful smile.

Age, experience, vicissitudes, ups and downs...

These things may change a person's appearance, but it is difficult to change a person's nature, especially a playful woman.

Every woman has a playful look like this, and every age group has it.

But the meaning contained in them is common, which is full of happiness and relaxation.

For a man, making a woman feel relaxed is more important than anything else.

On the other hand, once a woman becomes nervous, she sometimes becomes overwhelmed.

"I... to be honest, I want to know. But you don't want to tell me, and I understand. Anyway, no matter how old a woman is, she always doesn't want others to know her true age."

Ning Weimin was exposed, but he was not a real young man.

So not only was I not shy or embarrassed, but I admitted it openly.

As a result, a hint of shyness flashed across Matsumoto Keiko's face, and she couldn't help but say a bit coquettishly.

"You know and you still ask? Then don't ask this question. I'm the same as you."

"same as me?"

Ning Weimin repeated the sentence first, and then chuckled seemingly casually, "How is that possible?"

Keiko Matsumoto couldn't help but feel a little hurt. After a while, she said angrily.

"Oh, don't you believe it at all? Well, I admit it. In fact, I am older than you."

Ning Weimin actually said another sentence carelessly.

"Let me tell you, how can you be the same age as me? You look obviously older than me, so what's the point of lying. You're already twenty-five, right? Sister."

This is the last line of teasing. But Keiko Matsumoto was caught off guard.

Not knowing whether to laugh or be angry, I choked and coughed, and quickly wiped it with a tissue.

"You...you...ahem...really, it turned out to be intentional..."

"What's wrong? Am I right?"

Ning Weimin responded with a smile and took the initiative to help hand over more tissues.

"Miss Qingzi, actually you look so young, even if you say you are my sister, some people will believe you."

"Don't be ridiculous. How can I be so young? I wish I were twenty-five."

Matsumoto Keiko's face turned redder, she wiped off the wine stains, and with a bit of anger, she gave Ning Weimin, who was talking about the train, a blank look.

Then there was emotion in my heart.

"To be honest, I really envy you, you are still so young. In a few years, I will become Obasan."

Ning Weimin shook his head, "You're wrong to say that. Everyone's time passes by minute by minute. How different are we now?"

"The difference is huge. Women age very quickly, and you can't imagine how miserable a woman who becomes Obasan is..."

"What you said makes me even more disagreeable. You look really young. I can't guess your true age. Are you twenty-seven or twenty-eight?"

"I...actually...are thirty-three years old."

After finally confessing her true age, Matsumoto Keiko could almost predict what kind of surprised reaction Ning Weimin would make.

So after she finished speaking, a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face.

In order to hide it, he lowered his head and took a sip of beer.

However, Ning Weimin's heartfelt praise surprised Matsumoto Keiko somewhat.

"But you look...really too young."

"is that true?"

"it is true!"

"How young is that?"

"Didn't I just say that? You're not joking. You are clearly twenty-seven years old, no more than twenty-eight at most. And if you just look at your back, you seem to be younger."

Ning Weimin spoke frankly without hesitation.

Matsumoto Keiko couldn't help but feel some relief.

"That's thirty-three. After all, there is a nine-year age difference between us."

"So what? I don't think this is a problem? Your thirty-three years old is of higher quality than many people's youth. Maybe in a few years, I will look older than you."

"Nonsense. A young man like you shouldn't be associated with a woman of my age."

"Why do you say that? Do you suddenly feel that my mind is not mature enough and I am no longer worthy of dating you?"

"That's not the case, I just think that if you can be with someone younger..."

"I think you are already very good. Although I have not been in contact with you for a long time, I always feel that we are not strangers, but people who have known each other for a long time. We can talk about many aspects. Don't you? This kind of fate is very good. It’s rare, I cherish it very much. You just wanted to say that I should be with a young girl, right? But no matter how young a girl is, she will lose her youth. In my opinion, the age gap is actually far less than the difference in heart and mind. There is a big gap with values. Youth grows old easily, and who doesn’t? In fact, the farthest distance in the world is when people are close at hand, but indifferent inside..."

Matsumoto Keiko's words were blocked, but her heart bloomed like a flower.

Women all over the world will be jealous. This is an eternal truth in this world.

Therefore, women all hope that the man they like only thinks that they are the best and will always only like themselves.

Although it is not realistic at all, if you look at it from a woman's perspective, it is not surprising.

What's more, Ning Weimin also said what women like to hear most.

His idea of ​​not caring about age but focusing on feelings almost touched the softest part of Matsumoto Keiko's heart, which naturally made her very happy.

"Let me give you a gift? Okay?"

Matsumoto Keiko put down her beer glass and rested her left elbow on the table.

And when she stared into Ning Weimin's eyes, her gaze was so gentle.

But no reward for no merit.

This unwarranted gift was a little hard to avoid, and the hot gaze made Ning Weimin a little panicked.

"Hey? Why?"

"To thank you. You won't accept money, so it's okay for me to buy you a gift, right?"

Ning Weimin subconsciously wanted to refuse again, but unexpectedly Matsumoto Keiko then said, "If you don't like it, just forget it I didn't say it..."

This time, he was worried that he would hurt the other person's feelings, so he couldn't be stubborn anymore.

Especially when Matsumoto Keiko saw him, he felt panicked, and it was hard to avoid him for a while.

So after thinking about it for a while, I had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Thank you very much. It's your expense. Then please let me pay for today's meal. This won't change, right?"

Then he remembered another thing and couldn't help but bring it up.

"By the way, you also agreed to consider taking a photo with me? You haven't forgotten this, right? So how are you considering it?"

I don’t know if it’s because he is finally willing to accept the gift, or because the additional conditions he reiterated deliberately are a bit childish.

Keiko Matsumoto was as bright as a flower, and for a moment she just smiled and couldn't even speak.

After a moment, he controlled himself and said, "No problem, no problem. Next time we meet, bring a camera and we can take a few more photos. It doesn't matter if we are a little more intimate. By the way, if there is a phone number that makes it easier to contact you, You can also write one to me, so that I don’t have to call the real estate agency all the time.”

"Then I'll leave you the phone number of the bookstore. There's no surprise. Currently, I'm almost there to help from 11:30 to 1:30 every day. I can't tell you other times. If I'm not here, just tell the people in the store. Since you are Han Qingzi, I know how to contact you."

As Ning Weimin spoke, he hurriedly opened his wallet and took out a pen and paper to write down.

However, just when the atmosphere was great, a "buzzing" vibration from electronic equipment interrupted their conversation extremely disappointingly.

After Matsumoto Keiko took out her pager from her handbag, she looked at the number on it, said sorry, and went out to borrow a phone to reply.

For this reason, Ning Weimin, who has extremely rich experience in the information society, had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, when Keiko Matsumoto came back, she brought back unexpected news.

I'm afraid this meal will end early.

"I'm very sorry. We may not have much time today, so we can only sit down for another twenty minutes. I have to go to NHK TV station later to discuss work with the producer."

"It doesn't matter, work is more important."

Ning Weimin's words showed his masculine demeanor without sincerity.

But then again, he was indeed a little curious.

"Miss Qingzi is going to be on TV? What kind of program is it? Can you give a preview in advance? I will watch it on time."

"Everything has not been finalized yet. If everything goes well, I may appear in a variety show and the New Year's Red and White Song Concert."

"That's really congratulations. NHK is Japan's official TV station. It's a bit like our country's CCTV. The Red and White Song Festival is equivalent to our Spring Festival Gala. Congratulations. Being able to appear on such a program proves that you are still very popular. "

"Hey, no. Everything is still unknown. It's just a possibility. The main reason is that another actor who was originally going to participate in the Red and White Song Festival had an accident and had to recuperate for at least three months before I had a chance."

"I believe everything will go well. Although I shouldn't say this, I am really happy for Miss Keiko. Take advantage of this opportunity. I really look forward to seeing you on TV."

Ning Weimin was about to stand up as he spoke.

"Okay, I won't sit down anymore. Let's leave now. We can't let you be late. What if it's hard to get a taxi?"

"You don't seem to have eaten well. Eat something more. There's no need to be in such a hurry." Keiko Matsumoto stopped her and said.

"It's full and delicious. There's so much left because the boss is so enthusiastic and brings too many dishes."

Ning Weimin shook his head and said without any pretense, "Hey, but it doesn't seem good to waste it. Will the boss be angry? Why don't you wait a moment, I will pack these things, take some away, and go back slowly Eat. Don’t laugh at me, I come from a poor family."

"How could it be? It's good not to waste food. When I was a child, my family had a hard time."

Matsumoto Keiko didn't show any contempt and even took the initiative to help.

Ning Weimin couldn't help but add, "Actually, you eat less. What about you? Have you eaten? Don't starve yourself just for your figure."

"You're done eating. I've already eaten more than usual."

In this way, the two people quickly cleaned up. Finally, Ning Weimin focused on the beer glass again.

"Then there's still some wine left! Come on, let's toast! I wish you success!"

Matsumoto Keiko happily picked up the wine glass, touched Ning Weimin's wine glass lightly, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm yellow light reflected on her delicate and delicate face, full of alluring water.

…………

When the two people came out of the restaurant, it was a quarter to eight o'clock.

It is the time when there are the most diners in the streets, and noisy Korean voices and merchants’ solicitations can be heard everywhere.

During this time, all the people who like evening activities come out.

So there are more taxis on the streets.

Ning Weimin, who was carrying two large bags of food, enough to ensure three days of rations, accompanied Matsumoto Keiko, and stopped a car very smoothly.

There was no delay at all, so he definitely wouldn't be late.

But despite this, Ning Weimin felt a little unhappy as he got into the car.

Not for anything else, but mainly because he couldn't even make the meal as he wished.

When he went to pay the bill just now, the landlady actually told him.

Because the restaurant has received help from Keiko Matsumoto many times, they don’t have to pay for meals at all. It is always free for Keiko Matsumoto.

So when he left, Ning Weimin, knowing that he had been teased by Matsumoto Keiko again, wanted to put 50,000 yen on the table.

But in the end, the shrewd boss lady discovered it and forced him back.

This made Ning Weimin understand that Matsumoto Keiko would probably do similar actions every time, and the landlady had already been on guard against it.

So this little pretty boy who just wants to do something wrong can't do it anymore.

When he came out this time, he not only ate for free, but also agreed to receive gifts.

And since this taxi had to drop him off first, he probably wouldn't have the chance to pay for it, so he would still have to take advantage of someone else.

Look at the fuss over this matter, he clearly portrays himself as a promising young man with great ambitions and a business wizard.

But suddenly, I actually lived a life where I relied on my appearance to make a living without having to work hard.

Doesn't this mean that he went to Japan specifically to work as a male publicist?

After traveling back in time and struggling for several years, you can't earn the life of a Duck King, right?

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly, Keiko Matsumoto came closer, and Ning Weimin couldn't help but wake up.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little dizzy. Can I lend you a shoulder to lean on?"

Keiko Matsumoto said drunkenly.

"Ah? Miss Qingzi, is it okay?" Ning Weimin was a bit pretentious, but in fact, the worry was fake and the joy was real.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to rest for a while. Get out of the car and breathe fresh air and you'll be fine."

"Then...ok. Just do it."

As two hands gently grasped his left arm, Matsumoto Keiko also leaned on his shoulder.

Ning Weimin was really dizzy, almost so excited that his true colors were revealed.

To be honest, he knew firsthand that this kind of depravity was too dangerous.

It can be said that if such a gentle, charming and beautiful celebrity sister appears next to anyone, no one can bear it.

It's really addictive, and I want to continue to be so decadent and degenerate.

It's easy to say once or twice for one day or two. After a long time, can you still pull it out?

Who has time to be busy with serious things?

He will definitely not be trapped by money in this life.

I originally thought that the matter of being trapped in love could not be blamed on him.

He is destined to roam the flowers and become a hero who owns a vast forest.

But looking at it now... I'm afraid this matter is a bit suspenseful.

He seemed to be less committed to the original plan.

Feel the warm nephrite clinging to your shoulders, sniff the soothing and fresh feminine fragrance with your nose, and look out the car window at the half-moon hanging in the soothing night sky.

Ning Weimin, who did not dare to move at all and pretended to be a gentleman, suddenly felt something in his heart.

In the past, I often heard people say, "To find a wife, you need a Japanese woman." At this moment, he seemed to understand why.

But even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't believe that Japanese women who are considerate, gentle, cute, and good at understanding people's good temperaments like Matsumoto Keiko are the common traits of Japanese women.

No matter how you think about it, that sentence is still the wisest saying.

A young man does not know how good his elder sister is, and mistakes a young girl for a treasure; a young man does not know the fragrance of soft rice, and mistakes his youth for planting rice seedlings.